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Why Did I??

"This ain't exactly fair!!!!!!" She exclaimed as she flunged her bag over her shoulder, and grabbed the mobile phone from the table.

"Life's not always fair," he chuckled.

"But going out at 8 sure is," she seemed exasperated.

"Hurry up now.. or you are bound to miss your bus."
"But how could you change my sweet schedule by yourself.. whyyyy??"
"Please dear, for me..."
"Ah, okay.. for you everything."

And they smiled, whole heartedly..
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She couldn't find her anywhere.. As she stared at the sign board saying "TechnoDigital Institute", she felt like throwing a big heap of sand over it.. Here she was; at 9 in the mornin' and her tutor was nowhere to be found..

He'll have to pay for it. She dialled his number.

"Hi, for your kindliest information my tutor is absent today, would you please pick me up from here in like 20 minutes, I'd be highly obliged"

He laughed.. "Hey, grab the next bus home, dear"
"No.. I want you to pick me up.. please"
"Dear, I am busy.. don't you understand"
"Well, then why did you reschedule my day??"
"I guess we talked over it.. when you reach home, gimme a call."
"Okay, take care"

She hung up.
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He drove through the streets, listening to the radio.. it was 10a.m. She shoud have reached by now. Then why didn't she call me.

"Its time for the morning news. Today the round-the-city bus that picked students and teachers to and from TechnoDigital Institute crashed with a mini bus just near the institute. 4 men of which 2 were teachers, and 2 were identified as students, along with the only woman in the bus, a student were killed on spot. Police are trying to enquire as to........"

He couldn't listen to anymore of it. He couldn't believe all that he heard. How could I? Why did I reschedule her day? Why did I not even pick her up from the institute? Why? What had gone wrong with me?? Why did I do this? And she, she left me alone now!!! she can't.. she just can't.. "This isn't exactly fair!!" she had said that earlier, and now he felt like saying that.

He changed his direction of the car, and moved towards the institute. He just felt like going here. He wanted to see her. He knew she wasn't there, but still... his heart urged him to go there.. As he reached the institute, he thought of the cafeteria where they sipped the last time he came to pick her up. He peeked inside the cafeteria. He couldn't believe what his eyes saw. There she was, holding two cups in her two hands, eyes filled with life, vibrant, and that smile when she saw him..

"I knew you'd come here.." she said.

He just stared in amazement.. "You!!! Thank you for not catchin that bus.."
"Why?? you told me to catch that bus, but you see, I was waiting for you, I knew that when I wouldn't give you a call, you reach here, for me,"

He wanted to roll his eyes, but hey, she is right.
"You don't know how lucky I am to have a person like you as my wife. thanks."
"What??????? Thanks for not catching the bus.."

He grabbed her by the arm, and took her out.. out just near the accident site..
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Floo said…
Awww ... thats actually a very cute story ^_^
Fri Jan 12, 01:23:00 AM
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